My phone buzzed.
Andy
Yeah. Can’t sleep.
My heart stuttered. Was it because of Rory? Or because he was being tortured by thoughts of our almost-kiss like I was? I stared at the screen, watching as the typing indicator appeared, disappeared, then reappeared.
Andy
Congrats again on the fellowship. I’m so fucking excited for you.
I smiled, warmth spreading through my chest.
Me
Thanks. Still doesn’t feel real.
Andy
It’s real. You earned it.
I bit my lip, wondering what to say next. The typing indicator appeared again.
Andy
I came by your place last night. Saw you celebrating with your friends through the window.
I sat up in my bed as my breath caught. What?
Me
Why didn’t you come in?
Andy
Didn’t want to interrupt your moment with your friends.
Me
I would’ve liked to see you.
It felt dangerous to admit, but the darkness of my room made me feel bold.
The typing indicator appeared again, and I held my breath, waiting for his response.
Andy
I can’t stop thinking about you.
Me
Me neither.
Come over.
I’d never been this impulsive or reckless, but the thought of seeing him—of finishing what we’d started yesterday—made everything else seem insignificant.
And then I felt like a total ass. He couldn’t come over—he had Rory.
